growing up

"Welcome to Adulthood, I hope you like Ibuprofen."
"Son, when I was a kid we ate our applesauce in bowls instead of sucking it out of vacuum sealed tubes."
We’re leaving the house where my kids grew up, at least partially. We’re leaving the house where my baby became a toddler
All I wanted was for my parents to stop fighting and be happy, with or without each other.
Here's to six seasons of messy, f**ked up, adventurous women.
My 15-year-old son and I are sitting in the car in our driveway.
We’re in it now, this space between baby and boy. We’re teetering, delicately and precariously, a roller coaster in its graceful